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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.