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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.