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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Smog,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.