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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.