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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.