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 Zimbabwe 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Slave,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.