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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.