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 Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
PIL,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.