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 Haiti 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
The Remains,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.