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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.