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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Names,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.