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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.