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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.