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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.