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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Ronan,
JFA,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.