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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.