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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
The Mummies,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.