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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.