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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.