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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.