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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.