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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.