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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.