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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Joy Division,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.