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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.