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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.