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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.