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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.