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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
UT,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.