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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.