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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.