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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.