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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.