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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 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 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.