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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.