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 Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.