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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.