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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
UT,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.