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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.