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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.