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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
DNA,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.