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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Television,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
The Cure,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.