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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
The Names,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.