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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.