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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Index,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.