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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.