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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.