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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.