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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.