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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.