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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Brick to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Nas,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.