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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.