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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.