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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.