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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.