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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Brick,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.