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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.