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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
JFA,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.