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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.