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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.