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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.