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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.