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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.