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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.