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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.