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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.