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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Can,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Brick,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.