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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.