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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.