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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.