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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.