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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.