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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.