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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.