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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.