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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.