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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.