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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.