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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.