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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.