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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.