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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.