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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Main Source 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.