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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
The Monks,
PIL,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.