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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.