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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Magma,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.