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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.