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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.