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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Rekid,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Index,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.