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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.