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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Jandek,
Index,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.