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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.