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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Pole,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.