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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.