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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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You don't know what you really want.
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