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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.