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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.