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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.