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 Macedonia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.