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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.