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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.