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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Nico,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.