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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.