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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.