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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.