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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.