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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.