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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.