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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.