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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.