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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.