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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.