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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.