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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.