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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.