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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Unwound,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.