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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.