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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
DNA,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Swans,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.