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 India and from Tokyo.
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 Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Jandek,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.