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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.