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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.