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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Kayak,
UT,
Aswad,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.