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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.