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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.