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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.