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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Television,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.