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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.