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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.