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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.