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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Slave,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.