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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.