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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Television Personalities 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.