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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.