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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
UT,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.