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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.