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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.