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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.