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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.