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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.