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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.