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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.