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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.