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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.