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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.