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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
ABC,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.