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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.