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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.