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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.