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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.