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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Saints,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.