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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 808 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.