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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Music Machine to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.