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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.