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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.