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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.