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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.