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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.