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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.