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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.