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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.