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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Faust,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.