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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.