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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.