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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.