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 Tonga and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.