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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.