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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.