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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.