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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.