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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.