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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Cheater Slicks 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.