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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.