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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.