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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.