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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.