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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marmalade 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.