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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.