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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.