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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Zapp to the punk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.