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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.