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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.