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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.