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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.