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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.