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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.