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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.