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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.