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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.