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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Gong,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.