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 Chile 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.