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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Wire,
ABC,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.