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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.