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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Organ,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.