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 New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.