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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.