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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.