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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.