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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.