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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.