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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.