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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
The Monks,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.