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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
the Association,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.