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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.