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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.