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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
the Association,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.