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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.