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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.