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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
UT,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.