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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.