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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Faust,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Ituana,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.