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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Nico,
Josef K,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.