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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.