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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.