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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.