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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.