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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.