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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.