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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.