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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Wire,
cv313,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Mars,
Nico,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.