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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.