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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Nico,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.