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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Faust,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.