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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.