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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.