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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.