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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.