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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.