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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.