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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.