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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.