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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Lungfish,
The Index,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.