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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.