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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.