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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Hoover,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.