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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.