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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.