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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.