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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.