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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.