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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.