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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Scion,
Kayak,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.