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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.