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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.