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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Television,
the Human League,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.