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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.