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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Index,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.