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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Slave,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
The Move,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.