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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.