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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.