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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Visage,
Swans,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.