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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.