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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.