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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.