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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
AZ,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.