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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.