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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.