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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Erasure,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.