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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Magma,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.