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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
This Heat,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.