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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.