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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Josef K 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Flipper,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.