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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.