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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.