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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.