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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Organ,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
MDC,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.