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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.