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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.