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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.