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 Lebanon 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.