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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.