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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.