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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.