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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
the Association,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.