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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
X-102,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.