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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.