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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.