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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
the Association,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.