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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.