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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.