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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Television,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.