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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.