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 Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.