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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Crime,
Index,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.