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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.