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 Togo 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.