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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.