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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.