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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.