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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Faust,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.