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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 guitar 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.