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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.