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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.