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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.