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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.