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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.