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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.