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 Philippines and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Whodini,
New Order,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.