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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.