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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.