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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.