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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.