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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Can,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.