Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.