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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.