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 Chile 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.