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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.