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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 guitar 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 The Fortunes to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.