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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.