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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.