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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Can,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.