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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.