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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.