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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.