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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.