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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Crime,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.