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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.