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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.