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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.