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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.