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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
The Names,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.