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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.