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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.