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 Liberia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
DNA,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.