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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Josef K,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.