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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
10cc,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.