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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.