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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s 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 The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
PIL,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.