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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.