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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.