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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.