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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Monks,
Can,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.