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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.