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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Move,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.