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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Crime,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.