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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.