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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.