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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.