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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.