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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Scion,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
New Order,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.