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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.