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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.