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 France and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Schoolly D 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.