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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.