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 India and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.