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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.