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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Slave,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.