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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.