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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.