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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.