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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Monks,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.