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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.