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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.