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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.