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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.