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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
10cc,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Can,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.