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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.