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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
cv313,
Pole,
Index,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.