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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.