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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.