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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.