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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.