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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.