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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.