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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
June Days,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.