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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Shoche,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.