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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
DNA,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
UT,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.