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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
ABC,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.