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 Guatemala 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.