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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.