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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Chrome,
Urselle,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.