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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.