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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.