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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.