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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.