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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.