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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Television,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.