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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.