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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.