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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.