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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.