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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.