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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.