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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.