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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.