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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.