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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.