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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.