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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.