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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
PIL,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.