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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.