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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.