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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.