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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.