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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
JFA,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.