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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.