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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.