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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.