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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.