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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.