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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Darondo,
Brick,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.