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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.