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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.