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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
EPMD,
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.