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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Qualms,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.