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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.