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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Mars,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.