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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Aswad,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.