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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.