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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.