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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.