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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Television,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Smog,
JFA,
Neu!,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.