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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Smog 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.