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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.