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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.