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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.