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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.