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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.