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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.