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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.