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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.