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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.