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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Wings,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.