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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Mantronix 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.