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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Black Dice to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.