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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.