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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.