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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.