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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Japan,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
UT,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.