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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Hashim,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.