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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.