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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Urselle,
Pole,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.