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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Whodini,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.