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 Slovenia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.