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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.