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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Mars,
Erasure,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.