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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Television,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.