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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.