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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Organ,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.