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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.