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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.