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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.