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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.