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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.