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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.