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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Index,
MC5,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.