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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.