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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.