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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.