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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.