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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.