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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.