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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.