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 and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.