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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.