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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Q65,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
CMW,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.