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 Vietnam 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.