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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.