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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
cv313,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.