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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Slave,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.