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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Monolake,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.