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 Colombia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.