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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.