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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Fear,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
cv313,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.