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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.