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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Fear 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.