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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.