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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.