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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.