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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.