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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.