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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 X-101 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
MC5,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.