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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.