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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.