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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.