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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.