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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.