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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.