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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.