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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.