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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Can,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.