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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.