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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.