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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Can,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
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.