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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.