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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.