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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.