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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.