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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.