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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.