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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.