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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.