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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.