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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.