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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.