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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.