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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.