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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.