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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.