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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Technova,
June Days,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.