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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.