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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.