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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.