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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.