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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.