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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.