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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Technova,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Cybotron,
Can,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.