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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.