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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.