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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.