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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.