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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Kinks to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.