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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.